The winter solstice has always been an important day in our house. Because they were both brought up in small Yorkshire villages it was important to my Mom and Dad when they were children as it was one of four Lady Days, when you paid your rent and when it was possible to change your job. Increasingly, however, as she got older and her eyesight worsened it was a day Mom and I aimed for because it was the day I could tell her that from now on we were going in the right direction and every day would get just that little bit longer, the light would get just that little bit stronger.
Although my eyesight isn’t the problem that hers was and although I don’t suffer from SAD as does one of my godsons, I really don’t like the long dark days of winter, so The Bears and I still celebrate the solstice every year as a way of marking the climb out towards the light. As I write, there are candles lit all around the house and The Bears have performed their annual ritual of marching past them all shouting, “Come Back Sun, Come Back Sun.” Only a very unkind individual would suggest that hearing that cacophony any self-respecting Sun would immediately retreat to the other end of the Universe and as I’m sure you are not that unkind person The Bears and I wish you a Happy Solstice and hope your year will grow stronger and brighter by the day.